to wake and find
the ocean in exhale
in the aeon of you
stroking me bare,
in this our
let us slumber in the moonlight of our mind
where feathers drift with honeyed dreams in the quiver of breath before a dawn
then sail upon what it is we may find
let us slumber in the brewing of loons
beneath camomile leaves and northern winds crawling
let us make our own cocoon
let us slumber in twilight’s cloak
in essence of birds in flight
ne’er weary of our path
straddling the sway of our yoke
let us slumber in crescent moon
where love bathes softly
breathing swiftly more
in a summer heat where we forever swoon
listen to me read let us slumber
Doors are a subject I love taking pictures of not only in appreciation of their architecture, but for the dreamer in me that can’t help but imagine up worlds lingering behind every one I stumble upon. What is beyond that half open door beseeching me a closer look? The beginning of a most fantastical journey. Happily ever afters just waiting for our steps…
Below are images I’ve captured of various doors over the years. They range from a small church yard in Morristown, New Jersey to the historic streets of Old Jaffa in Israel. No matter the location, doors have always been a muse to my imagination.
It is the power of our senses that offer such inspiration to the creative within us and my taste buds often rise to treat me with such.
Honeydew, to me, tastes and feels like summer. I’m easily transported on a rainy day to the sunny shores of a lakeside getaway.
No matter the season, no matter the day, our senses have the power to take us away, to a memory we cherish or perhaps to where our imagination comes out to play.
I captured this image at twilight along a local trail as the blooms seemed to be dancing with the last bits of sun.